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Would you explain me these romances shifting me into locked up latches?
Love steam fogging rear door glasses
They flew us through panting backseats
I won't see you every night and surely we won't hold our hands
Neither take a flight or sail to Paris or Japan.
I'm not glad to feel that I may be right but we both know what we came to find
Love is fine but it's not like we're tying down our hearts
I had a friend
She loved the burst of the spring time colours more than
the leather of one night lovers' belts.
Would she ever come back again? or may we long for time to tell?
Shall I wait for the mute to pray? Surrogate lovers will fill the place she left...
but it won't be the same.
You let them out you let them in leave them fed up tho you're saccharine
and now I know the taste of it it ain't that sweet at all
Of all the girls I've ever met our fleeting swing has been the best
We never aimed to be a pair, our ashes won't get to burn
I had a friend
She loved the burst of the spring time colours more than
the leather of one night lovers' belts
Would she ever come back again?
Or may we long for time to tell? Shall I wait for the mute to pray?
Surrogate lovers will fill the place she left but it won't be the same
Surrogate lovers will fill the place she left...
but it won't be the same